Less, we remember

The sky that can, shears abandon
The ashtray spent on the kitchen floor
Came back to yr festival atmosphere

So my friends are waiting and people are queueing
And strangers are glancing and music is for mistakes
But I don't know who's wrong

Two hours have gone and my friends are dancing
Hackers are cracking, and strangers are talking
And music is for the corridors
But I don't know the song

Two hours have gone and people are leaving
And taxis are coming and our friends are parting
And strangers are kissing and my head is spinning
And my life's collapsing and I forgot, what a pissed head

So we should go to that place one more time
Before I die